Nov 18, 2021
1 min read
Child Whisperer
A sonnet about step-parenting
She remarried in a hopeful year,
changing the pattern, thread by thread.
She sewed on angels like a prayer
for clinging girls who shared a bed.
They slept beneath the quilt of heaven.
The mauve bedspread hid their cold dread
of losing mum to a new dad here.
The silk of love is sewn…
